Summarize these few paragraphs into three sentences. Shorty soon decided that my hair was finally long enough to be conked. He had promised to school me in how to beat the barbershops’ three- and four-dollar price by making up congolene and then conking ourselves. I took the little list of ingredients he had printed out for me and went to a grocery store, where I got a can of Red Devil lye, two eggs, and two medium-sized white potatoes. Then at a drugstore near the pool room, I asked for a large jar of Vaseline, a large bar of soap, a large-toothed comb and a fine-toothed comb, one of those rubber hoses with a metal spray head, a rubber apron, and a pair of gloves. “Going to lay on that first conk?” the drugstore man asked me. I proudly told him, grinning, “Right!” Shorty paid six dollars a week for a room in his cousin’s shabby apartment. His cousin isn't at home. “It’s like the pad’s mine, he spends so much time with his woman,” Shorty said. “Now, you watch me—”
You need to understand that we are TEACHERS, not CHEATERS!
Shorty taught me how to conk my hair, so I went to buy the necessary ingredients and supplies. I got Red Devil lye, eggs, potatoes, Vaseline, soap, combs, a rubber hose, a rubber apron, and gloves. Shorty paid for a room in his cousin's apartment, but his cousin was always with his woman, so Shorty practically had the place to himself.
